"Is that all you can manage? How utterly boring."
Shi Yi spoke softly, handling everything with effortless ease. He had barely exerted any strength.
His imposing presence pressed down on Shi Hao until he could hardly breathe, like an adult disciplining a child.
Shi Hao growled. Every strand of his black hair rose, gleaming and translucent. His divine power surged like a vast ocean, and golden vortices appeared around him one after another. The dao fruit of flesh becoming spirit manifested, and his ten great cave heavens emerged in turn. Terrifying creatures opened their eyes within them, all Shi Hao's spirit bodies. One was particularly astonishing, looking just like a Kunpeng.
"Ten cave heavens are nothing more than an admission ticket."
Shi Hao did not answer. He charged straight at Shi Yi, unleashing all manner of treasure techniques.
In terms of power, Shi Hao's attacks were already formidable within the spirit transformation realm. Few creatures in the entire Kunpeng Nest could clash with him head-on.
But against Shi Yi, attacks of this caliber were nowhere near enough. They fell far short.
"Too weak."
Shi Yi shook his head. His eyes flashed, and those powerful treasure techniques shattered one after another, becoming a storm of runes that filled the sky.
Shi Hao's expression changed. A sense of helplessness rose from deep within him. He felt that he truly was not strong enough. Even in the same realm, he could do nothing to his opponent.
"Has my Supreme Bone served you well?"
He demanded in a low voice.
"The Supreme Bone?
It has served me very well. Without it taking the tribulation in my stead, there might have been serious trouble.
Becoming a stepping stone-that is its fate, and yours as well," Shi Yi replied.
"Keep dreaming."
That was Shi Hao's answer.